Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Although Song Jincheng is a scumbag, he has a good heart.Although he kept saying that he would wait for Song Qingshi's father to come to pay the bill and redeem him, he paid Song Qingshi's accommodation with more than 20 spirit stones in his hand, bought good medicinal materials and new clothes, and his injury gradually improved.

During Song Qingshi's recuperation period, he sorted out the mustard bag while sorting out his memories. He tried to match the memory information in his mind with the information provided by Song Jincheng, and through rational analysis, he found clues to his identity after time travel.

The first thing to rule out is the powerful boss.

He is just a rookie in foundation building, no matter how you look at it, he has nothing to do with the big boss, and the powerful big boss has very few memory fragments, not even a character image, it may be an error when the system exploded, just like a big bucket of soybeans. Dropped a few mung beans in, not worth mentioning.

The second confirmed is Song Qingshi, a modern medical student.

This memory is very complete, except for the day when he accidentally ate bonbon chocolate and ate himself in pieces when he was eight years old, he remembered everything, including his family, professors, netizens, books, and various modern medical knowledge and medical experiments. It should be a real identity.

The last thing that made him hesitate was Song Qingshi, a physician from the Immortal Realm.

He can clearly remember the memory of coming out of the deep mountains alone, wandering around, and obtaining the inheritance of the Medicine King, but some details are different. Fire, this is something he can't do in memory.He still remembers many alchemy techniques and medical skills that are not in the medicine king's inheritance, and he remembers many books he has read... It feels like the professional knowledge is there, and the original cultivation level may be higher, but he has forgotten people and things for a while.

Based on the above analysis.

Song Qingshi thought that he had traveled from medical student Song Qingshi to fairy world pharmacist Song Qingshi. Because of his serious injury, his cultivation base fell, causing partial amnesia, but it was not sure whether it was temporary or permanent amnesia.

Because Song Qingshi, a medical student, and Song Qingshi, an immortal pharmacist, have very similar personalities, thinking patterns, and living habits, and their souls fit together like the same person, so his psychological adaptability is very good, and he doesn't worry about his identity, just...

He said sadly: "I feel like I don't have a father."

Song Jincheng was so frightened that he almost dropped the melon in his hand: "I have spent all my wealth on you, are you telling me this now?!"

"I'm an orphan with no relatives," Song Qingshi concluded after digesting the memories of the two bodies, "I'm withdrawn, and I don't seem to have any friends." He turned his head to see Song Jincheng's crying expression, and quickly persuaded, "Don't worry, Although I feel that I am not very good at making money, someone must have given me pocket money! Maybe it was a godfather? Let me think about it, maybe I will remember it later."

He took out all the contents in the mustard bag, shook it, and there were all sorts of strange things in it, such as a dead phantom Gu in the wooden box, and a book called "Three Brothers Fighting the Tiger". This book, small clay figurines of colorful birds, a few spells made by myself, some commonly used medicinal materials, and a booklet of medical records, with experimental ideas scribbled on them, it seems to be a random note.

There was also a small note on the wooden box of Illusion Gu, which was written by himself, "No peeking".

After reading the note, he obediently put the wooden box back, and then gave Song Jincheng the spell and medicinal materials: "I remember that these can be sold for some money."

Song Jincheng was even more sad: "The medicinal materials are all planted, and the charms are also mass-produced, probably worth... two spirit stones."

Song Qingshi was at a loss: "Are spells so cheap?"

"As expected, you are from the countryside, and you read less books than me," Song Jincheng sighed, "More than 1000 years ago, Mrs. Nian developed a method of mass-producing talismans, and this kind of commonly used talismans has become a necessity of life. I see you The spell seems to be hand-painted? Could it be that I drew it myself?"

Song Qingshi nodded, and he stopped wanting to make some spells and sell them for money. He suggested again: "After I recover from my injury, let's make alchemy and sell it. My alchemy skills are very good. Everyone is rushing for the medicine I made, and it will soon be sold." I can get my money back.”

"You, a foundation-building cultivator, have a big tone," Song Jincheng looked at his immature face, and asked old-fashionedly: "Do you know how to refine Tiandi Wujin Wan? Do you know Xuanyuan Zhengqi Pill? Do you know Xue's Qingjing Pill? Can you do it?" Li Niangzi Zhicao ointment?"

These are the most popular and best-selling pills on the market now, with simple materials and easy refining.

The brothers and sisters of Yaowang Valley will refine some and sell them when they are short of money, so as to earn some Lingshi flowers.

Song Qingshi felt bad when he heard these powerful medicine names that he had never heard before, and he felt a huge blow to his self-confidence...

"Don't be brave," Song Jincheng saw that he was so sad that he was about to cry, and his heart softened, "Our Medicine King Valley has a rule of practicing medicine to help the world, and you are my first patient... Forget it, I took all the medicine , you can credit it, and pay it back when you have money, slowly, anyway, my family is not poor, my parents will give me money to spend, this time the exam is too bad, I didn't dare to ask for money..."

Song Qingshi was touched and said: "You are so kind, I will study with you in the future."

In the future, he must treat the scumbags better, take twenty papers a day, and make him a top student, so that he can live up to this kindness.

Song Jincheng thought his innocence was funny, so he answered casually, "Okay, okay, you can get into the Medicine King Valley first."

The two continued to organize the pile of sundries. Song Jincheng found a strange book with neat handwriting. After turning over two pages, it seemed to record someone's living habits, including favorite food, favorite color, favorite things, And birthday... He handed over the notebook and asked jokingly, "Isn't this the object of your crush?"

Song Qingshi took the notebook, glanced at it, and was stunned.

The red shadow reappeared in his mind, and he felt so fond of it that he could hardly breathe, as if a piece had been dug out in his heart, it was more sad than alchemy explosion, more painful than the complete destruction of mice, no matter how much he could mend it, he couldn't mend it ...

Tears swirled in the eye sockets and fell uncontrollably.

Song Jincheng was frightened, he didn't know what kind of strange sad point he had poked: "Are you okay?"

Song Qingshi felt that he had lost his composure. He suppressed his sadness, wiped away his tears, and said affirmatively, "It's someone I like, but I can't remember it."

Song Jincheng asked: "Is there a name written in the notebook?"

Song Qingshi shook his head: "No, I just wrote about the characteristics and living habits, but..."

"You are a fan of the authorities, let me analyze it for you with the eyes of an outsider." Song Jincheng is an enthusiastic person. He took the notebook again and flipped through it, "Look, it says that you are good at cooking. Delicious, the sorbet is the best... Do you like dessert?"

Song Qingshi looked at him expectantly: "Yes! I really like desserts, especially sorbet."

Song Jincheng said enviously, "If this person is not a cook, then he likes you very much, so he often cooks your favorite food."

Song Qingshi thought his words were pleasing to the ear, and his sadness eased a lot.

Song Jincheng reconfirmed: "It's not your mother, is it?"

Song Qingshi shook his head: "I have no relatives in this world."

"It's so pitiful." Song Jincheng patted his head sympathetically, expressing comfort, and continued to analyze, "It's written in the notebook that this person is smart, beautiful, kind and lovely, considerate and gentle... likes white and red, and has a weak body and a weak stomach. Great, I like sword practice, medicine, reading, studying... Let me think about it..."

He fell into deep thought, and then his expression gradually twisted.

Song Qingshi looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"How could you be so lucky?!" Song Jincheng looked at the characters outlined in his mind, and then he was so jealous that his face was beyond recognition. He grabbed Song Qingshi and said crazily, "This must be a beautiful and kind girl! Gentle and virtuous, charming, and also Cooking! Oh my God! This is the goddess of my dreams! Tell me! How did you hook up with such a good girl?! Teach me!"

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded by him: "Girl?"

He is not very sure about his orientation, he feels that as long as he likes it, it is fine...

Song Jincheng continued to analyze: "Look, here it is highlighted that this person is sensitive and needs to take care of his emotions. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a carefree man, right?"

Song Qingshi concluded: "So, I like a sentimental girl?"

"No, it's a goddess," Song Jincheng affirmed. "Look at the mood you wrote on the blank page. Adjectives such as virtuous, beautiful, and charming don't describe men, right? And you wrote it many times. It's beautiful... how beautiful is it?"

Song Qingshi tried hard to think about the red shadow in his mind, "Probably...so beautiful?"

"Bragging, how could it be your turn to overwhelm the country and the city?" Song Jincheng felt that he was shameless, and after cursing a few words, he was still very envious. He looked the fool up and down: "I think you look pretty good, but The figure is very thin... No matter how you look at it, you don't look like the type that is popular with girls. Why can a guy like you get a girlfriend, and I am so tall and handsome, but I am still single?"

Song Qingshi thought about it: "I am more active."

Song Jincheng didn't understand: "Take the initiative?"

Song Qingshi taught skillfully: "When you meet someone you like, you have to take the initiative to confess, hand over all your property, give more gifts, and be obedient, if you are told to go east, go east, if you are asked to kneel on the washboard, kneel and rub Clothes board... what my wife said is right, if what my wife said is wrong, please refer to the previous article."

This is what his father in modern society taught, and his mother and sister are right.

He knows that he has a low EQ and is not very good at expressing his feelings, so he decided to follow these methods when he meets someone he likes.

This booklet proves that his method of chasing people is feasible.

Song Jincheng struggled: "What about the man's face?"

Song Qingshi asked earnestly: "Girlfriend or face, which one do you want?"

Song Jincheng patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Brother, I found that you are quite deep."

Song Qingshi said seriously: "Although I don't remember who this girl is, I want to find her back."

"Wait," Song Jincheng suddenly thought of something, "You said you have no relatives and are not very good at making money, but someone gave you a lot of money..."

Song Qingshi nodded.

Song Jincheng became even more jealous: "You can't be a little boy who is kept by a woman, right?"

Song Qingshi's face darkened in an instant. He wanted to argue but couldn't find an argument. He was so angry that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he suspected that the other party was right. He couldn't make money. The trash kept by a woman felt very sad, and decided to work hard, work hard, make money, and not let the woman she loves be wronged...

Song Jincheng pushed open the window and looked out of the window, feeling a melancholy that didn't match his age. He sighed: "This world is really unfair."

There was the sound of crazy birds chirping outside the window.

He felt that these days, the birds were going crazy, flying and calling everywhere, as if they were looking for something.

"It's so noisy." He closed the window irritably, and complained, "It's not spring, what is spring?"

Song Qingshi agreed: "It's a bit noisy."